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Honoring the Students and Animal Mediumship

12 May

In honor of the students of the school, a big thank you through the years!!

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Sending you sunflowers and light!

I peek at the Animal Mediumship class and those who adore our animals and hurt when we lose them. This has been a very popular class through the years and it has been very satisfying having so many students feel and maintain that connection. I’ve lost so many animals through the years, which I shared through my blog, and what helped me through was knowing that connection lives on. Excerpt time. The real 5 Stages of Grief.

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The Real Stages of Grief and Spirit Contact

11 Sep

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I just lost another family member, this time very unexpectedly and in a strange, almost “was meant to happen because it makes no sense” kind of experience. There were too many bizarre variables in this loss equation. I am in the What the Heck? stage. All this loss has me looking at the different stages of grief and realizing I need to rewrite them for myself. This will also help me explain to my friends when they ask how I am doing. If you ever lost an animal or person, you will relate. (And yes, this pretty much applies to all kinds of losses). Here it goes.

STAGE ONE.

Shock or “I am half in and half out.” “Half in and half out” is a really nice place to be. If you are able, you can communicate with the departed loved one. You can hear your Guides, helpers, God as if they are next to you, because you are half in. It’s not a good stage to be driving or using heavy equipment, or even utensils. It feels really good to be numb, but someone needs to remind you to eat and bathe.

STAGE TWO.

Shock starts to wear off. It’s the “remembering.” You realize your animal or loved one is not here and you are searching. I hate that feeling. It feels like LOSS in capital letters. It’s a loss you can’t fix, change or do something about. You can’t put them back into their bodies, but if you could, you sure would.

This is also the “WTF?” stage. Why? Why? Why? You think about what you should have done or could have done. There’s a lot of pissed off-ness to this stage. You could probably kill an army if you weren’t so tired all the time. Hearing “it was their time” makes you want to pull heads off Barbie dolls (sorry, Barbie). The spirit of the loved one is hanging around and you may have dream or physical spirit contact, but the spirit is probably too afraid to approach seeing your incredible pissed off-ness from the Other Side. They aren’t stupid. There’s a lot of crying in this stage that comes and goes and makes you look either crazed, menopausal or unmedicated. It’s difficult to resume your every day life. Plus, gotta admit, there’s a bitterness there sometimes too–how can life around you continue when your life pretty much just stopped?

STAGE THREE. 

When stage three comes it’s usually good to find some kind of communication with the departed in order to get over the “the sadness” and still feel connection. You are swimming around in the grief. The healthy thing to do is just dive into it and FEEL so later on you don’t experience a loss and then all the losses you have ever had come crashing into your face at once and you feel bulldozed and catatonic. Keeping really busy helps not feel “the sadness.” Any kind of distraction helps avoid feeling “the sadness.” I’ve been there many times and there’s no way around but through it. Sadness comes along with spontaneous bursting out crying at the weirdest things like walking down the frozen aisle of Walmart, or seeing a dog bed in a commercial, or for me yesterday, realizing I don’t have  to buy red lettuce anymore while shopping in the supermarket. It feels like a giant hole in your tummy–something is definitely missing, hopefully not a major organ in there. Oh by the way, this is an excellent time to watch every past episode of the Ghost Whisperer. That show is so darn comforting.

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STAGE FOUR.

Stage Four isn’t so much a stage, but a mix-up of stages. Like after realizing I didn’t have to buy red lettuce anymore I was catapulted into the “pissed off stage” and I could visit there for awhile. Then I bounced into “the sadness.” Then back into the “pissed off-ness.” Having a creative outlet to express all the stages is also good. For example, like writing a blog post. 🙂

STAGE FIVE.

Acceptance. Like I read in a post on FB the other day, you just learn to adapt to living without the physical soul there. You might have peace. When Bun Bun my parakeet passed in February, I knew she really wanted to be with my other parakeet in spirit. She missed him so bad after he crossed over. He would pop over and visit in spirit a lot and taunt her with his freedom and wild birdness, so how could she not want to hang out in the light too? So I understood. The loss I am having now I am not there yet. When I do hit acceptance, I will have a greater understanding, I suppose. In this stage you might have even established a constant, clear connection with your departed. (I think how now when I go through big stuff it feels like Grand Central Station of spirits visiting, all checking on me. There’s lots of lights, ear ringing, messages, and thoughts. It’s kinda cool if I wasn’t so pissed and didn’t have Giant Hole Feeling.) Acceptance just means you are able to put away the dog bed or blanket, clean out the cage, put away the belongings. You have to move on with them in spirit, and you in body, but you are ready for a different kind of connection now.

I am positive in the way in the future I will experience loss again and I can look over this post and be reminded of the stages so I will get through it. The crappy part of life is loss, but if we remember that there is no true death, that we can still connect, even see them again, it helps us get through the process in one piece and with meaning. In the meantime, I am off to watch season four of Ghost Whisperer where even Melinda experiences great loss, and I will definitely avoid the frozen and leafy green aisles in Walmart, for now.

Fairy blessings,

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What Animals in the Afterlife Know: Guest Maureen Harmonay

6 Sep

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After having connected with many thousands of spirits, psychic medium James Van Praagh recently discussed the everlasting nature of our relationships with our beloved animal companions. “Right after an animal passes,” he said, “they tend to come back to you in spirit. They come back to the same places they used to visit.”

We hope and long for these spirit visitations, and when we are lucky enough to experience them–even for a few fleeting seconds–we see them as indisputable signs that our loving links to the animals with whom we’ve shared our lives haven’t been broken by death.  But when we don’t, we sometimes worry that our departed animals have permanently absented themselves from our lives, without a trace.

It’s not true. In my experience as an animal communicator, I’ve learned that animals who have left their bodies behind can continue to stay involved in our lives in wonderful and sometimes magical ways. They know what we say; they see what we do.

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Dawson’s Story

A big black lab named Dawson taught me that. I had originally worked with him after he’d been diagnosed with cancer, and though his prognosis seemed grim, Dawson responded well to treatment, and was able to enjoy many carefree months before the disease sapped him of joy and strength and the will to go on. With great sadness and regret, his family helped him shed his wracked body.

Not long afterward, Charlotte, his “mom,” asked me to connect with Dawson, hoping that he would be able to relay a message that would allay her great grief at his passing. As she had hoped, he conveyed that he had accepted his death with a sense of love and peace, and even gratitude. She felt better.

But there was more. He transmitted a vivid image of a locket, which, when it opened, revealed photographs of two young girls. When I asked Charlotte about it, she confessed that she had been obsessively searching for a locket after Dawson’s death, so she could hold a picture of him close to her heart. Even more amazingly, the one she ordered had arrived on the very day that I communicated with Dawson. She pried it open to reveal photographs of two young girls inside, exactly as Dawson had described.

As if that weren’t enough, Dawson also showed a black lab puppy, suggesting that it would soon join Charlotte and her husband. I distinctly heard the name, “Troy,” in association with this future puppy, and assumed that Dawson was simply expressing his preference for the new dog’s name.

It turned out that Dawson knew a lot more than I did about his family’s plans. A few days later, Charlotte started searching for Labrador Retriever breeders online, “just in case,” and had found one nearby whose dogs looked exactly like Dawson. She noticed something uncanny on the breeder’s website, and called me to let me know:  the kennel’s foundation sire, a ruggedly handsome champion, had an unusual but eerily familiar name.  Believe it or not, it was “Troy.”

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Sophie’s Story

Sophie was a much-loved orange tiger cat who for 14 years had shared her life with Emanuel and Jessica, who cherished her as a daughter.  On May 19th, 2010, Sophie died, after having suffered from cancer, and ultimately, congestive heart failure. Emanuel and Jessica were bereft at her passing. I first communicated with Sophie a few weeks after her death, and then three more times over the course of two years. You might think that a spirit cat would run out of interesting things to say, but not Sophie.

During our first session, Sophie said that although she dearly missed her people, she was not thinking about coming back because “she didn’t want to die again,” at least for a while. But she said she would send Emanuel and Jessica another cat for them to love. Two weeks later, they found Velma, who Emanuel described as having a “very magical connection” with them. “Little Velma chose us and we couldn’t say no.  It was the same sensation we had 14 years ago with Sophie,” he said.

Once again, we had to marvel at what Sophie knew about her family’s lives,

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Five months later, Sophie was at it again. During a second telepathic session, she said she was worried that Velma might have an accident.  Sophie specifically mentioned a danger posed by knitting or sewing needles, cautioning that they should be kept away from Velma because she might try to swallow them. What I couldn’t have known was that a few days before I talked with Sophie, Jessica had dropped one of her sewing needles. Velma had immediately pounced on it and was in the process of trying to ingest it when Emanuel intervened to prevent a potential tragedy. Once again, we had to marvel at what Sophie knew about her family’s lives, in real time.

It was during my last session with Sophie, two years after she left her body, that she confirmed that regardless of the passage of time, she remained keenly aware of pivotal events in Jessica and Emanuel’s lives. She showed me an image of a graceful ballerina. I didn’t know that Jessica teaches ballet, and that Emanuel and Jessica had just been talking about opening a ballet school. But Sophie did.

And poignantly, Sophie showed me an image an elegant older woman who seemed to be a special member of the family, and told me that her name was “Estella.” With tears in his voice, Emanuel said yes, he understood.  “Estella” was his grandmother. I couldn’t have known that, but Sophie knew.

Exciting first-ever conference on Animals in the Afterlife:

Maureen Harmonay is sponsoring the first-ever Conference on Animals in the Afterlife on November 3rd, 2013 in Boxborough, Massachusetts, at which Kim Sheridan, author of the groundbreaking Animals and the Afterlife, will deliver the keynote address. Psychic Medium Joanne Gerber will make spontaneous spirit connections during a special presentation; we hope that some of the guests’ animals will also come through. It promises to be a memorable day.
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Maureen’s contact links:

Maureen Harmonay uses telepathy and compassion to communicate with animals, whether in body or in spirit. You can reach Maureen at her website, AnimalTranslations.com.

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Animal Communication Month is sponsored by SPEAK WOOF AND MEOW: ANIMAL COMMUNICATION CLASS IN A BOOK available on Amazon.com here.

This week’s excerpt

4 Sep

I loved having Janet Roper over at the Designing Fairy! Thank you for sharing your love of animal communication and your totally addictive radio show!

We have a special treat for Friday. A great guest who will talk about proof of animal after-death communication. Very exciting stuff!

And now, for this week’s excerpt from SPEAK WOOF & MEOW.

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Heaven is for real and thanks

16 Aug

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First off, a great big thank you for such a successful BACK TO SCHOOL SALE! Yay!

It’s still summer, even though it is winding down and I’ve been exploring through reading. My most recent read is Heaven is for Real by Todd Burpo. It’s the tale of a lovely family– a young pastor, his wife, and small children– and his tale of a very dark night of the soul when his youngest child becomes mysteriously ill.

It’s interesting that before his child got sick, the pastor hit upon one illness after another of his own, and his life got progressively harder. Then his son became ill, and we are right along with him feeling exhaustion and questioning God. The first doctor they went to for help misdiagnosed the boy, causing the child to be admitted to another hospital much later gravely ill with a ruptured appendix. But the story is about what the little boy remembered when he claims to have visited heaven in those moments he was close to death.

I love books like these because they explore the ultimate question we all have about heaven. It is a Christian book, because the boy is raised in a Christian family, so what he experiences in Heaven matches what the young Pastor writing the book knows well of. This was the only part I didn’t resonate with since this was not my upbringing, but from my own studies I have learned that what we experience in heaven is what we know of and expect.

My favorite part of the book and (SPOILER ALERT) was when the little boy comes back remembering time playing with his little sister in heaven, who he had never met, but who was an actual miscarriage in this world. Boy, did I let out some good cries reading this part as I’ve had this experience, and often wondered what happens to the soul who was meant to come in and wasn’t able to which gave the author and his wife much peace. This also provided proof/validation of what the little boy reported.

Overall, it was a sweet and short read that I enjoyed. Although the book is about the little boy’s recollection of heaven, it’s really a shared journey (between us, the reader, and the writer) on how the young father has his faith restored after it was greatly tested.

I give it two paws up.

Other books about heaven I really enjoyed:

  • Talking to Heaven by James Van Praagh
  • Embraced by the light by Betty J. Eadie

Until next time, I’m off to teach Fairy Online School. (Incidently, I am offering Talking To Spirits and Ghosts and Animal Mediumship this fall)

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When our animals cross over — the big mystery

5 Jun

762205664_39ed29e30c_mMy beautiful dog friend/family member became an angel dog the other day. But I’m not going to go maudlin and sad. I can’t. I felt her after she left her body and she felt excited and happy and out of pain. It was like she was graduating and I was the Sophomore in high school and my best bud was the Senior leaving for college. I felt awe, envy and sadness of being “left behind” to continue school.

Since my fascination is with the spiritual world this all got me thinking about transitioning and when we cross over. We don’t talk about death. It’s a scary topic, but the transition from “here” to “there” has always intrigued me.

I’ve talked to numerous animal clients through the years and while their people are grieving terrible the loss, I could only feel the perspective of the animal, who was doing and feeling just fine. And the leaving process was all basically the same for each one — they slip out and become their spirit body, much like when we dream at night.

Now the non-believers used to irk me. I certainly didn’t appreciate being seeing someone who is “flighty” “crazy” “delusional” and not attached to this world. All of that makes me laugh a little today. I used to want to defend my position of what I felt. You see, my brain works very analytically most of the time, like a scientist, which probably surprises the folks who really don’t know me. I’d be the first to not believe years back. I need to experience to believe and after so many years of experiencing, I believe. Today I feel a deep sadness for those who don’t feel the presence of spirit at all because death must feel a final ending, and that would be just plain awful if it was in my belief system, so I won’t put it there.

I think it’s all how we are wired. For some reason, and I often curse being this way if I am completely honest, I was wired very empathic and tuned in. After talking to many of my very intuitive friends I realized we all had one big thing in common — some kind of trauma in childhood that caused us to leave our bodies on a regular basis. Naturally, that would create a direct experience or connection to Spirit. Up until the age of two I had very uncomfortable stomach issues. I remember popping out and hanging out on the ceiling, most likely to escape the pain and discomfort. All that makes sense that that door would be open. And if we are able to peer in and are made that way, there is a reason for it.

When we sleep we hang out in the Spirit world. If the understanding is that we were in heaven before we were born, then we all have memories deep inside of what it was like. We have that knowing. 

I love quantum physics that tells us energy can’t die, it’s just transformed. That’s a helpful fact that my scientist brain likes — see, science is backing up my experiences.

I’ve been there when clients crossed over. I’ve been there when several of my own animal family crossed over. Being empathic I felt their energy before and after. I needed to experience what that felt like to understand and experience the big mystery.

When Lilibeth our beagle passed, she was in a coma for several days. I woke up one night to find the entire room lit up in light and I could feel her energy/personality all around me. Her body kept going a few days later as it slowly shut down, but I knew she wasn’t “in there.”

I remember when our beagle Jake passed. It was very sad because he and Lilibeth had escaped the yard and ran off for a big adventure and were missing. We found Lilibeth several weeks later, but Jake never showed up. We went exploring in the woods where we found Lilibeth and as we ran searching I heard very clearly Jake bark right next to me but I couldn’t see him. I thought the worst. Later back at home, we were all watching television and we heard scratching and a big bump at the back door like Jake used to do, but just an invisible Jake. Poor guy was trying to let us know he was still there.

But the most clearest communication I ever had was with Lucy, our basset hound. She collapsed in the veterinary’s office of a heart attack after a long battle with an autoimmune disease. I was blessed at the time with a very intuitive veterinarian who came over to us and believed me when I told her my profession as an animal communicator. They tried to revive her in the back room we us there. I heard Lucy as clear as day, but standing beside me, not in the body. She must have saw our distress because I heard her, “I’m going to try to go back in.” I translated out loud those words and everyone looked at me like I was nuts. Her body was a mess. There was no way. But then she lifted her head up from the dead and opened her eyes and almost gave everyone in that room a heart attack themselves. She said clearly, “too much damage,” and then slipped away peacefully. I’m convinced that day those folks all believe in animal communication now. After that, she was a constant voice and presence that visited which helped me survive my grief. When she announced she was coming back in to a basset hound body that was very small, my husband didn’t believe it. A small basset? But she did. (I wrote about this in my Animal Mediumship class)

I wish I could bottle what I’ve experienced when the energy/personality of a soul is out of body and what that feels like for those who don’t believe and who really want to know. It would give such calm/peace and a deeper understanding. I am guessing it’s a little like being an alien who never experienced the taste of ice cream or cake. You’d have no idea what it was like or even if such things existed. And for those further along in the mediumship/spirit path, I won’t understand what they have experienced until I do. It will just remain a great mystery until they have their experience.

Being Touched by Spirit

3 Apr


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Last night I was up worrying. I had much on my mind. And as I closed my eyes to try to fall back asleep, I felt invisible arms take me into a warm embrace and I heard, “Everything will be all right.” It felt like a female presence but I couldn’t identify at that moment who it was. It was beautiful and comforting and I really needed that.

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I hadn’t had an experience like that in a long, long time, and it reminded me of what had happened to me in college way back when.

I was into the second year of college on a large campus in Maryland. I loved the excitement and resources of a big college but my empathic self found it completely overwhelming. On top of it, I was in a bad relationship, and I wanted to switch majors out of a demanding, unreasonable design program and I couldn’t. It was no wonder I was having mysterious panic attacks at the time. I was seriously contemplating leaving school for some place safer. One weekend, I was sleeping over my boyfriend’s family home and was placed in the guest bedroom. The room was small and a little stuffy with a tiny window for light to stream in. I felt very alone and scared. Looking back, it was one of those rock bottom moments. I squeezed the bedsheet around me as hard as I could and just broke down in tears. I am not a crier — it has to be big for tears to readily flow. I think the spirit world recognized that because I felt someone take my hand and hold it. At first I was naturally startled. No one was around in the tiny little room. I fully expected to look down and see a hand connected to a person. But the warmth connected to that hand overpowered the fear and spoke volumes of what I needed just at that moment.

We can be hugged for a moment or feel those delicious tingles when we are feeling Spirit. Either it’s the Divine reminding us we are not alone and still connected, loved ones passed over, or personal angels, it’s all the same: LOVE when we need it.

Have you had a similar experience? 

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